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246 SARAH HELENA WHITMAN. HYMN. (WRITTEN FOR THE CONSECRATION OF SWAN POINT CEMETERY.) IN the faith of him who saw The Eternal morning rise, Through the open gates of pearl, On the hills of paradise; - Saw the blessed company Of saints that, evermore, Wander by the wells of life, Or tread the heavenly shore: Looking to the promised land, Saw the verdant palms that wave In the calm and lustrous air, Through the shadows of the grave;- In his name, whose deathless love With a glory all divine Fill'd the garden-sepulchre, Far away in Palestine,- We would consecrate a place Where our loved ones may repose, When the storms of life are past And the weary eyelids close. Fairer than a festal hall Bloom the chambers of their rest- Sacred to the tears that fall O'er the slumbers of the blest- Sacred to the hopes that rise Heavenward from this vale of tears, Soaring with unwearied wing Through the illimitable years." Revelations, xxi24, 25 SARAH HELENA WHITMAN. 247 Each sweet nursling of the spring Here shall weep its fresh'ning dews, Here its fragile censer swing, And all its fragrant soul diffuse. The lily, in her white symar, Fondly o'er the turf shall wave, Asphodels and violets star All "the green that folds their grave." Here the pale anemone In the April breeze shall nod, And the May-flower weave her blooms Through and through the velvet sod. Where the folding branches close In a verdant coronal, Through their dim and dreaming boughs Faintly shall the sun-beams fall. Memories, mournful yet how sweet! Here shall weave their mystic spell- Angels tread with silent feet Paths where love and sorrow dwell. No rude sound of earth shall break The dim quiet evermore, But the winds and waves shall chant A requiem on the lonely shore. Flitting through the slumb'rous calm, The humming-bird shall wander by, Winnowing the floral balm, From cups of wreathed ivory. The bee shall wind his fairy horn, Faintly murmuring on the ear, Sounds that seem of silence born, Soothe the soul of sadness here;-
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